Little Bedtime Snack (The Lactin Brotherhood)

12. Mason

12

MASON

Eli and I had been dating for just over a month and things had been going great. I’d go to his place. He’d come to mine. We’d grab dinner, go to the park, and even hit up the arcade a time or two. But one thing we hadn’t done was go back to the club.

He didn’t have a membership and said he felt bad about using one of my guest passes. I got it. The club was expensive. There was no denying that. But also, I had the guest passes, and there was no one I’d rather use them on than Eli. And unlike him, I had the money. If he told me he wanted to go every week, I’d have already purchased him his own membership—which was probably over the top, considering we weren’t even in a formal relationship.

But who did that anymore? Who says, “Will you be my boyfriend?” like they were still in high school? No one. And yet, it was starting to bug me a bit that we hadn’t had that conversation yet. And ultimately, it was my fault. I was the Daddy. It was my job to foster communication.

Maybe today, after we spent some time playing in the club where we met, I’d bring it up. I said “maybe” not because I was nervous about being rejected and was scared. Now that I’d decided it needed to be done, it would be. But maybe because I didn’t know how deeply he was going to fall into Little space. I didn’t want to yank him out too soon just because I was starting to feel insecure. What kind of a Daddy would that make me? A bad one.

I picked him up, grabbing his backpack with one hand and intertwining my fingers with his with my other.

“I’m really excited about tonight.” He leaned into my side. “I had fun last time, but this one’s gonna be better.”

I gave his hand a quick squeeze. I wasn’t sure it would be better—because last time, it brought me him—but we were going to have fun. Lots and lots of fun.

We arrived fairly early. I wanted to make sure that I was able to get a private dressing room for us. The fancy ones you could pre-book were already reserved for the evening, leaving only a few first-come-first-served ones left. I had a surprise for him—one I wasn’t sure he wanted, but whether he did or not, I was going to offer.

It was something that needed the privacy of our own room, that was for sure. And whether he liked the gift or not, my feelings wouldn’t be hurt. I’d rather he be honest than try something he wasn’t into.

“Daddy, this room is so big and so different from our last one.”

Our last one—where he drank from me for the first time and couldn’t prevent himself from coming all over—had been the first one I stumbled upon. It had done the job, but this room was 100% better.

I had to push the vision of that night back, or I was going to be spending the night hard and needy instead of attentive, the way my boy deserved.

“This one’s designed for Littles. They even have a changing table.” I pointed to the corner.

“Do Daddies have to pick their Littles up?” His eyes went wide.

I could easily pick his small frame up, but I understood the shock. Not all Littles were small, not all caregivers were strong, and not all people took play to that completely immersive level.

“No, there are pull-out stairs. It’s good for boys and girls who use diapers.” Of course he’d figured that part out, but I wanted his mind on the diapers more than the table.

He shoved his hands in his front pocket. “I thought about bringing one, because that night you mentioned it, but I didn’t know if it was too forward.”

I put my finger under his chin and guided him up until he looked me in the eye. “I want you to be able to tell me everything. Nothing is too forward.”

I pressed a sweet kiss to his lips. “Can you do that for Daddy?”

“I’ll try, Daddy. I promise.”

“Well, since you mentioned it, I do have a surprise for you and might as well bring it out now.”

I opened up my duffel bag and pulled out the brand-new cloth diaper I picked up. It was covered in bunnies and his initials.

“Would you like to try this today?”

He snatched it from me and ran over to the changing table. I couldn’t help but laugh.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

“It has an E. You bought this just for me.” His wonder and joy were contagious, and any apprehension I had about introducing it at the club vanished.

I pulled out the stairs, set the diaper down, and slowly pulled off his clothes. There was nothing sexual about the act. We had time for that later. This was all about getting ready to play. Still, his cock was stirring a bit, and either he was going to be really snug all night or I was going to have to take care of that soon. I’d let him decide.

Once undressed, I held his hand as he climbed the stairs and settled on the table.

“Did you bring cream, Daddy?”

“No, but there are single-use packets here for us to use.” I hadn’t known what kind he would like, if any, and they had options. Once I knew his choice I was going to stock up, that was for sure. “Which one?”

He pointed, and I tore it open and set it beside him.

“Now let’s get your adorable bunny on.” I tapped his hips, and he picked them up enough for me to slide the cloth underneath him. “That’s my good boy.”

I reached for the cream packet. “Do you want Daddy to take care of your hardness or do you want to be extra snug tonight?”

Not a single beat went by before he replied. “Snug. I want to feel it all night long.”

That was all I needed to hear. I put the cream on him, making sure to get him fully erect before tucking him into the diaper. It was snug alright and now so were my slacks.

“Let’s get the rest of your clothes on so we can go play.” I dressed him in the outfit that he picked out, including his knee-length romper filled with bunnies and even a pair of bunny ears. I hadn’t expected those, but they were adorable.

“Ready to have some fun.”

He nodded, and I took him by the hand. We made our way to the Little room, and as we did, he got more than a few adoring looks. I didn’t blame the Mommies and Daddies—he was absolutely stunning.

“What did you want to do first?” The room was still fairly empty, which gave him his choice of anything.

“Maybe we could paint.” He pointed to the craft area.

“That sounds fun.”

The craft area was always well organized, and tonight they had set up all the supplies you needed for various kinds of painting—from watercolor to finger painting to tempera painting.

Of course, Eli grabbed the glittery pink paint first.

“Help me make a bunny.” He held his paper out to me.

“Sure. How do you want my help?” An artist I wasn’t, but I’d do my best.

“Draw the outline, and I’ll paint it.”

“I can do that.” Probably.

Surprisingly, when I was done, it didn’t look like it would go in any art gallery, but you could tell it was a bunny. And best of all, he was happy with it and eagerly began painting.

I watched as he slathered on thick stripes of the glittery paint. If I were to guess, we’d be adding glitter to that in the near future. He did like things sparkly.

The chair beside me was pulled out, and when I glanced over, it was another Little boy with a piece of paper in his hand.

“Draw me one?”

And that was the second I knew that Eli and I didn’t need to call each other boyfriends. Me calling him my sweet boy, and him calling me Daddy, showed our commitment. We’d still be talking about it, because communication was what would keep us going long-term.

But his response to that Little would forever fill my heart.

“He’s my Daddy. You can find somebody else to do your drawing.”

The Little boy apologized and went to find someone else to play with.

I reached off the table, grabbing Eli’s hand. “Little possessive of your Daddy?”

He froze, met my eyes, and must’ve liked what he saw because he shrugged with a smirk. “I know what’s mine.”

And back to his painting he went.

It was true.

I was his.

Completely.